How can it be?
A thousand words from the earth
under me.

I sprouted from an apple tree.

I've been growing,

flowing with the wind.

Silly me who thinks about the humanity
while I have plans to be

I'll sit under the apple tree
but I won't leave.

This giving tree
sells me apples for free.

My generosity has me smiling at ease
so please Mr. apple tree,
I'd like to grow with they